Aagot. No, you are too much of a dreamer. But this you must realise--that I am not going to buy an honoured position at the price of insults to my aunt; that is the very last thing possible. Hagbart. Of course! But need there be any question of that? I will come and live with you two, and-- Aagot. You talk like a fool! Leonarda. Aagot! Aagot! Aagot. Oh, I feel so hurt, so deceived, so mortified--I must say it out. Because to-day is not the first of it--nor is this the only thing. Leonarda. No, I can understand that. But what is it? You are wounding his love for you. Aagot (bitterly). His love for me! Leonarda. Are you out of your mind? You are talking wildly! Aagot. No, I am only telling the truth! Leonarda (earnestly, and lowering her voice). Angry words, Aagot? You, who have seen into the bottom of his heart in quiet sacred moments! You who know how true, how steadfast he is! He is different from other men, Aagot-- Aagot (drawing away from her). Stop! stop! You don't see! Leonarda. You are out of your senses, my child! Your behaviour is disgracing us. Aagot. The greatest disgrace is his, then--because it is not me he loves! (Bursts into tears and rushes to the back of the room.) Bishop (to HAGBART, in a low voice). I hope now you will go away for a little while. Hagbart. Yes. Bishop. Come away, then. (Goes out to the left, HAGBART follows him.) Aagot (coming forward to LEONARDA). Can you forgive me? Leonarda. Let us go home. Aagot. But say something kind to me. Leonarda. No. Aagot. I won't let you go away till you do. Leonarda. I cannot. Aagot. Aunt, I am not jealous of you. Leonarda. Be quiet! Aagot. Only you must let me go away for a few days--I must get things straight in my mind. (Bursts into tears.) Oh, aunt--for pity's sake--do you love him? (LEONARDA tries to get away from her.) I don't love him any longer! If you love him, aunt, I will give him up! Leonarda. At least hold your tongue about it, here in another person's house!--If you are not coming with me, I am going home by myself. Aagot. Then I shall never follow you. Leonarda. You are completely out of your senses! Aagot. Yes; I cannot live, unless you speak to me gently and look at me kindly.--God keep you, aunt, now and always! Leonarda (turning to her). My child! Aagot. Ah! (Throws herself into her arms.) Leonarda. Let us go home! Aagot. Yes. [Curtain.] ACT III (SCENE--The garden at LEONARDA FALK'S house some days later. On the left, a summer-house with table and chairs. A large basket, half full of apples, is on the table. LEONARDA is standing talking to PEDERSEN.) Leonarda. Very well, Pedersen; if the horses are not needed here, we may as well send to fetch Miss Aagot home. Can we send to-day? Pedersen. Certainly, ma'am. Leonarda. Then please send Hans as soon as possible with a pair of horses to the hill farm for her. It is too cold for her to be up there now, anyway. Pedersen. I will do so. (Turns to go.)